Awakening: A Solitary Dance

In the hushed silence of the early morning, a lone figure in bed begins to explore his body, his hands tracing the lines of his muscles, his breath growing steady and deep. His cock hardens under his touch, and he lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He pictures a woman's curves, her lips, her touch, as he increases his pace, his body tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure. His grip tightens, and with a final thrust of his hips, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he paints his stomach with his morning euphoria.

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